This is a story about a traveler who travels in various time and space. The journey is never-ending, there is no destination, and there is no permanent anchorage.
In this place, you can only keep walking forward, with only your own shadow to accompany you on the journey, and beautiful things have turned into sad ones.
In retrospect, a traveler never grows up. He keeps performing various dramas at that age and appearance. Hundreds and thousands of years have passed, but
He still hasn't changed, it's just that his beating heart is no longer young. The vicissitudes of time have left a mark on his heart, day after day.
Day after day, night after night, he always lives a fresh but boring life. He can no longer distinguish between love and like, hate and dislike.
He has no feelings for people anymore, he is just a puppet of time, a walking dead. . . . . .